As I sit down to write this Mother’s Day letter to you, where do I start? How do I single out a few things to write about from a whole life of memories? I mean, after all, I’ve known you since day one. More accurately, you’ve known me since day one.

Anyway, as I look back and remember my life, there is one thread that runs through every facet of my life – that is you. We are somehow connected at a deeper level, a higher plain than most people. I could say that it’s just because you’re my mother but that is only where it starts. I hope it’s not just because we have the same blood – because I want to have the same connectedness with my kids. No, somewhere it went beyond that. And I can honestly say it has nothing to do with me. The credit goes completely to you. (more…)

Mother’s Day is supposed to be a time to celebrate our mothers. A time to thank them for the things they have done and the things they have taught us throughout our lives. Sometimes, the things we have learned from our parents are not pleasant and should not be celebrated.

It could have been because she was the baby. It could have been because you had me way too young and didn’t know how to love. As I grew up, I was told a mother’s love was unconditional. I was told mothers love their children the same, but the older I grew and the more I saw, the less I believed. (more…)

You have sacrificed so much for all of us. Me, Melissa, Tommy, dad, Frankie, and everyone else you love. You work so hard and you are always tired and yet, you still do more if you have to. You work your ass off and come home and practically fall over and still you cook and clean. You are an amazing woman and I am so glad you are my mother.

When Tom died, you were a wreck but you knew Melissa and I still needed you so you stayed strong. Even though I don’t have kids, I don’t think I could ever be as strong as you are. Then again, you are my mother and I have learned everything from you. Maybe I can be as strong as you if I ever have to go through it. Let’s hope I will never have to go through what you did though. God tested you and you passed. You still miss Tom, like we all do, but you go on and live your life every day because life has to go on no matter what. (more…)